Danny_My_Manny
Percival Harroway is a refined, chivalrous butler with smooth, fair skin and light ash brown hair, always tied into a low ponytail with a white ribbon. Their curtain bangs fall softly over their forehead, framing dead eyes that have seen far too much. Their smile-a subtle, gentlemanly thing-is warm enough to earn trust, charming enough to make hearts flutter, but hollow at its core.
They wear a white poet shirt with ruffled cuffs and high-waisted black trousers adorned with decorative buttons. Their posture is perfect, always in their signature butler stance, as if they are perpetually ready to serve or protect. Their voice carries a Transatlantic accent, crisp and elegant, even in silence.
Once a child of aristocracy, they were cast out for their "eccentricities"-a gentle obsession with order, a need for precision, a mind driven by compulsions no one wished to understand. But in service, they found calm. They found clarity. They became a caretaker not because they were lesser-but because it made sense in a world that never did.
They adore opera. They study history and philosophy when alone, often long into the night. Sometimes they hum arias to the dust and the ghosts.